YOU WERE ALWAYS MINE stars a man in white and a gal in a suit. Yeah, a suit.
If giving up her seat to the hunky Navy SEAL brought her a weekend in his arms, could it bring her forever, too?
He offered her dinner.
What Navy SEAL
Lieutenant Nick Reardon got was more than a lovely dinner companion. What Abby
Stuart got was a red hot one night stand that became an irresistible interlude.
So when a glimpse of their
past proves that their fascination could be more than a brief affair, they must
decide if what they create together is worthy of all their tomorrows.
Excerpt: Copyright,
Cerise DeLand 2016.
All rights reserved.
“We’ll do this,” he said, his
rough words sounding stern as a vow. “And then we’ll curl up and go to sleep.”
Oh, she wanted to curl up all
right. She wanted to kiss him until the world ended. He would know, too,
because hadn’t she just answered him by vibrating in his arms?
He licked his lower lip, his blue
gaze probing hers and looking at her Christmasy pjs. “Honest. You and me and
all your Santas. We’re going to kiss.”
She cuffed him, laughing all the
way.
He did, too, and crushed her
against him. “Kiss me. Make it long and make it worth four more hours to wait
for another.”
“You are evil, do you know that?”
The sun and moon and stars blazed
across his features with delight. “Yeah. It’s what I’m paid for. Do it.”
He wouldn’t move first. That she
understood. It had to be her, now or never. She leaned closer to his lips. A
breath separated them. “What if once isn’t enough?”
“It will be.”
Disappointment rang through her.
And he smiled, consolation ripe on
his lips. “Tomorrow, I promise to kiss you anytime you ask.”
She could live like that. “You
could get in trouble for conduct unbecoming.”
“Baby, with you in my arms, I’ve
already got that trouble, and if you don’t kiss me, I may just die before they
come to throw me in the brig.”
She sank her fingers into his
luscious hair, cupping the back of his head, her breasts boring into his hard
naked chest. She put her mouth on his, his lips firm and soft, his breath heavy
and rapid. She brushed her lips on his once. He hauled her up, and her skin met
his. He groaned, and she slanted her mouth this way. He took her up and pressed
her down. He followed her, his lips drinking her in, his tongue tangling with
hers.
The euphoria rippled through her
in a storm. No one had ever kissed her like she was his all, his everything.
She had never wanted to be any man’s either.
And so the kiss lengthened and
ended only because they needed air.
He pushed her back against his
thighs, his hand sinking into her hair. “Abby, get up. Now. Come around the
other side and crawl back into bed.”
Totally without a thought in her
head, she obeyed. When she had settled onto her back, he ran one strong arm
around her waist and pushed her to her side. He adjusted his body behind her,
his corded length along her own, one leg over her hip. Then he hugged her
tightly to him. “Tomorrow morning, if I’m not here when you wake up, don’t
panic.”
She did now. She whipped her head
around to stare at him over her shoulder. “Why?”
“Oh, honey.” He kissed her nose.
“I’m not leaving. I’m going for an early swim.” He moved closer, and the feel
of his mighty erection against her ass gave the evidence of his rationale.
“I’ll need it. This will be the longest night of my life.”
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Who is Cerise?
Cerise DeLand loves to cook, hates to
dust, adores traveling...and lives to write!
She is #1 Bestselling Regency Author
of spicy romances starring dashing heroes and sassy women. Her box set THE
STANHOPE CHALLENGE was recently on the bestseller list for ONE solid YEAR!
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